The approaching phantom

Footsteps toward the bed
footsteps that the dark night imposed in your head
The second curse
A spectre in your room replenished

Facing it again and again
But the fear drops as sweat
and the cool invisible ones can smell it
they touch your pillow and the cold air lands

Here It is in the dark
The phantom lays the curse
I tear it up yet it reforms
Footsteps across the floor

Something plays and preys after midnight's bell
Something with a hundred mouths
Dull profanity and a union with darkness
I cast it out despite it's fraternity with the night

How did it so cunningly link itself to doubt fed fear
Spread itself through the calm air?
How did it choke my peace?
The approaching phantom will never cease